Jonesin' For Action(6)

He broke the kiss long enough to ask, “Do you live alone?” When she nodded, he yanked her shirt and bra off. Then he stood and stared. This was another simple pleasure he had been without too long. Small enough to fit in his palms with dusky tones surrounding the hard nipples, her breasts were a feast for a starving man. Leaning in, he tugged one mound into his mouth and laved the bud with long, loving strokes.

Marissa groaned above him and clasped her hands to his head, holding him in place, urging him without words. He licked and sucked, first one breast and then the other until she moaned incessantly and writhed against him. She dug her nails into his scalp and pulled at the short strands of hair, testament to the effect he was having on her. His cock jerked, anxious to get in the game, but he had other ideas. Pulling back, he placed a trail of kisses from her lips down her throat to reassure her he wasn’t done yet. Then he unsnapped her shorts and tugged at the zipper.

Her tummy was flat and silky like her breasts, and holy crap, how had he missed the belly ring? He’d get back to that later, though. First, he wanted her completely naked. With a bit of wrangling and some laughing, he managed to peel the skin-tight shorts off her lovely bottom, along with a black thong, the sight of which almost made him come. She sat on the countertop, beautifully nude, breathing heavily and blushing, he realized. She was shy.

He swept his gaze from top to bottom, letting it linger on the moist lips with a narrow strip of dark hair nestled between her thighs. All he had to do was free his rod and plunge it inside the place it yearned to be. But that wasn’t what he wanted. This woman deserved more, and there was one thing he loved to do that didn’t need two legs, or any for that matter. He tipped her chin up so that their eyes met.

“You’re beautiful. I want to go down on you. Is that okay?”

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The question, asked in a hushed, almost reverent tone, sent a shudder through Marissa’s body. Already aroused so much that his mere look almost sent her over the edge, she couldn’t find her voice. To answer him, she leaned back on her elbows and slid her ass closer to the edge of the counter. She closed her eyes and focused her concentration on the feel of him. His fingers with their rough pads stroked her breasts in quick bursts, coaxing whimpers of pleasure past her lips. His soft tongue, in contrast, lapped slowly down her middle and swirled around her belly ring. He stayed there awhile, teasing her, feasting on her skin as if he had no other goal. When she bucked her hips in frustration, he chuckled against her body.

“I’m getting there,” he whispered, his warm breath taunting her to higher pleasure.

He raised her hips with his strong, firm hands, gripping and holding her steady. She felt his tongue twirl around her shock of pubic hair, and his teeth nipped at her cunt lips. Then he slid between the folds, over her clit, and down into her pussy. When she moaned and squeezed her legs to urge him on, he reversed course and licked up and out. She grunted in frustration, kicked her heels against his shoulders, only to hear him chuckle again.

“Patience, Marissa. I haven’t done this in a long time, and I’m a hungry man. I intend to make this meal last.”

Her new groan morphed into a long moan of pleasure as he lapped the area of taut skin between thigh and pussy. He traced a path around her mound and finished between her folds once more. He flicked her clit with short strokes of his tongue, making her jerk and writhe. His firm grip held her in place, and the restricted movement helped to heighten her arousal. Her fingers scratched at the smooth countertop, setting a rhythm she silently urged him to meet. He ignored her entreaties and took his time bringing her close to the brink, only to back off before she came.

“Aidan,” she hissed.

His response was to blow against her damp curls before latching his lips around her swollen clit. As if sensing she was truly at the end of her rope, he suddenly sucked and stroked with the energy and speed she craved. The orgasm tore through her. She bucked her hips against his face and tossed her head as she screamed out her pleasure. Her cunt clamped down on a cock that wasn’t there, and her body shook with the force of the waves of climax rocking it.

When the pleasure began to wane, he renewed his assault and brought her up and over again. Less intense than the first one, this orgasm spread a warmth from her core throughout the rest of her body. She went limp when it subsided and let her head drop on the counter.

Aidan continued to hold her legs, stroking her thighs with a feathery touch. He kissed the inside of each knee and sighed. “That was—you are—delicious,” he murmured. “Ready for round two?”